May 1, 2010A Poem by HopeOff in the distance of my mind, I hear the ocean roarin' by; Distant mem'ries still to come, Away from the present do I run.
Muted night an' palms swayin' high. It's in You* I find a sweet lullaby. Up in the arms of His Majesty: Peace and hope and tranquility.
On the horizon the sun dares wakes A tiny fish the pelican takes. Velvet shores and liquid mar** Make foamy banks; Now, see the stars? © 2010 HopeAuthor's Note
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